(Hello ^_^ Most of the characters in this story belong to Cassandra Clare, but I did invent a lot of my own characters, hope you enjoy my little stories put into one big story:
4 Main Stories
"Alec and The Nightmare" - Magnus andAlec's daughter wants to know who she is and where she came from.
"Gunshot on the FullMoon" - Jocelyn and Luke discover their son is hiding a secret
"Jace and Clary's Angels" - Follow Clary's pregnancy as she and her husband Jace reminisce of the past of how hard it is to be a parent
"Darling Darcie" - Heartbreaking story of how cruel life is and how Simon and Isabelle struggle and fight besides each other till the end)
The Mortal Instruments (Fanfic) Chapter 1. Different...
The City of New
"Alison!, Hurry up, we're going to be late." Alec shouted up to his 11 year old daughter, cradling his 3 year old son under one arm. The small girl bounced down the Institute stairs, to where her father stood, who was looking rather annoyed and tiered. "What took you so long?" Alec asked.
"I was getting my lyrics book, you know, just in case when we're in Idris I have an epiphany." Alec rolled his eyes playfully.
"Come on you lets go, Daddy's already made a portal and everyone is waiting for us." Rucksack over his shoulder, son under his arm and guiding Alison gently with his spare hand into the lift.
Alec looked down at his pretty daughter who was watching the lights flash on the buttons as the lift went down the floors. She had long silky black hair like Isabelle's and pale skin, almost like snow. Her eyes were crystal clear like Caribbean ocean water but her irises shimmered like light on the surface of a pool with the tiniest whirls of purple that would occasionally float past like an ink drop in liquid. Her nails were dark purple, that went with her beanie hat that was too big for her head, Alec remember getting her that hat on her 8th birthday and Magnus sewing a small fabric print black cat onto it. She was wearing her usual black skinny jeans, a large gray baggy T-shirt with the words 'Anime Crazy' written in bubble font across the chest and dark leather boots that had violet roses stitched up the leg, her Hippy styled satchel of blues, pinks and purples over her right shoulder.
There, outside on the Institute grounds was the whole family;
Uncle Jace and heavily pregnant Auntie Clary fusing over baby Darcie, her parents, Auntie Isabelle and Uncle Simon proudly glowing. Daddy (Magnus) was standing by the portal joking with Uncle Batt, Tory, one of his triplets clinging to his leg, while Auntie Maia was breaking up a fight between the other two, Toby and Taby. Luke was talking with Jocelyn that Ebby would soon be old enough to get his first runes as their son laughed nervously at his worried Mother.
Same old, same old, Alison thought.
"Sorry, we here now." Alec announced to the mass of family members. "Guess we should get going." Everyone queued up to enter the portal, Jace counted out of habit down the line.
"1, 2, 3, 4 & half." He said when he reached his wife. "5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16 and then me, that's 17..." He paused scanning back at the line. "Where's Conner?" Clary's heart stopped, standing out to search the area. Everyone was now looking for the missing boy.
"I know where he is." Alison said running towards the large oak doors. "I'll go get him." Before anyone could object to her wandering off, the doors were already closed behind her. She dashed to the lift and pulled the lever to the top floor where the training room was.
At first the room echoed from emptiness, as the 11 year olds boots clacked loudly on the wooden floorboards. She gazed up at the high apparatus that tangled the ceiling with beams, ropes and bars. "Con?!" Her small voice boomed off the towering stone walls. At first there was nothing, until a loud yawn could be heard from the highest point of the training room. Alison strained her neck to gaze up, seeing only a pair of vivid red dock martin boots, and the ripped hems of his jeans. "Con?!" She shouted. "We're leaving now." His response was a loud irritated sigh, followed by banging and creaking of him climbing down the old apparatus. Once on the ground he turned to Alison, who was smiling kindly at him.
Conner Herondale was the perfect mixture of Jace and Clary, his hair was blonde like his father's, but was messy with small ringlets like his mother's, his eyes were a meadow green and his skin was a tan olive that occasionally freckled when out in the summer sun, he was shorter than Alison, scrawny too, but had long pianist hands and the beginning of broad shoulders, much like Jace's. He wore a soft peach coloured T-shirt that was layered with an over sized, unbuttoned dark moss green shirt, that hung off him like a curtain, and a pair of periwinkle blue toned jeans that were ripped with holes from the waistband down, almost hiding his unlaced red dock martin boots. Although he was 10 and a boy, Alison felt that they were very similar, as they were both social outcasts even if their families loved them, they new they were different.
"I hate going to Idris." Con hissed, not intentionally aiming it at Alison. "All those people just point and stare at us like we're freaks every time we go to that place." His green eyes shone with anger, knowing they could never be excepted by the Clave or the Consul.
The world had changed a lot since the war against Jonathan Moreganstein and the Endarkened, Downworlders were now classified as equals and had all the same rights as Shadowhunters, with in reason. The endless battles between Vampires and Werewolves had almost vanished over the years, people could date who they liked and even raise children together if they so wished. Vampire's and Warlock's were even encouraged to adopt baby Warlocks, so that they could finally have normally, loving parents and beginnings instead of the isolated lives they would have had to endure not so long ago. When it came to adopting children; mundanes, shadowhunters and werewolves were categorised as Mortal Adopties, this meant you had to be a Mortal couple to adopt them and the Second category was Immortal Adopties, Warlocks, Faeries and even Fanglings could only be taken in by immortal parents, anyone who's immortal caring for a mortal child or vice-versa should do so at their own risk, as no parent wants to out live their child.
As for Conner and Alison, they were slightly different as they were children that shouldn't actually exist in the human world and were frequently reminded by others, Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike.
"Come on you or they leave us behind," Con snatched her beanie hat and ran from her playfully. Instead of pale, circular human ears, there stood two black furred pointed cats ears, that was faintly stripped with white. Her ears flattened with annoyance as she bared her pointed canine teeth in a devilish grin.
"I'll get you for that." She meaninglessly threatened. The boy's eyes glowed an electric white, a sudden unfamiliar rune appeared on the wall besides the door.
"You'll have to catch me first." He teased, disappearing into the wall ahead and into the corridor. Conner knew where he came from, who his parents were but Alison didn't know her story, she was still building up the courage to ask her dads of how she came to be.
I think it's time I asked.